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allthingseurope · 3 months
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Trondheim, Norway (by Aleksandr)
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leleaulait · 7 months
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Trondheim & Atlantique road
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aurora-daily · 22 days
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"I remember I had lost my voice when I went to the studio with him [Dave Hamelin]. It's not often when I work with new people, I like to just *nods and closes eyes*. But sometimes it's nice to be surprised. And I wanted to be thrown into the unknown a bit this day. Not The Unknown from that horrible Willy Wonka Experience in Glasgow. [...] The day before I was like "oh no, I wanna cancel 'cause I wanna do something else". But then my manager was like "but oh try!". And I was like "aagh" *rolls out eyes* "ok, I will try". And I've lost my voice 'cause I don't know why, I had no voice when I came there. And then I was there for four hours and I was like "ok, I want this this this, can we make it sound like hell?" and he was like "YES, I can!" puffff. And then "Make it harder and harder", and then he made it sound terrible! And then I just shouted AAAAAAAA 'cause I couldn't sing, so I just screamed stuff. And it was really satisfying. And then after 4 hours I said "goodbye!". It was a really fast beautiful ugly thing. But it was just what I needed!"
- AURORA talking about the new song "The Blade" produced by Dave Hamelin from the upcoming "What Happened to the Heart?" album in the interview for NME
photo @ Byscenen by Mali Gudmundsen // 14.03.2024 // Trondheim, Norway
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bronzebluemind · 2 months
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pero needs to win one last time
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thatsrightice · 1 month
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We were there, LeMay said, because he was trying to find out why the Third Air Division wasn't doing its job any better. Part of the reason was bad formation. Group commanders were instructed to check out all new crews in formation before they flew. There was to be more practice flying in formation.
Another reason for the trouble, LeMay ground out in his gritty, patternless speaking voice, was that lead pilots had not learned to fly with lead navigators and lead bombardiers.
"Wrong, sir," I thought to myself. In the 100th's case, we had a good lead crew in each squadron, but the command pilots messed us up.
"I am a pilot," LeMay said, "but I am the only person in this room who is also a trained navigator and a trained bombardier. When I was a group commander in the First Air Division I flew a mission as a lead pilot, a lead navigator, and a lead bombardier. I learned that a mission goes wrong when all three don't work together.
"Too many times, the command pilot, who is supposed to lead a mission, is the one who causes it to fail. Every time he sees a burst of flak, he takes the wheel and swerves his plane. That causes trouble for the whole group.
“If there is anything that is necessary on a bomb run it is that there be no evasive action.
“Too many command pilots have their own special ways of taking over on the bomb run. Some of you think you can spare your group from the flak if you descend and confuse the anti-aircraft— and you ruin the bombsight computations. Some of you, under-standably, want to keep your formation tight so your bomb pattern will be small. That is commendable. But you have to depend on your wing men to keep in place. You can't jockey back into place. The lead plane must fly straight and level. What you must do on the bomb run is to let the bombardier and the Norden take over."
This guy is tough, I thought. I was seeing a group of full colonels getting chewed out.
"We know all this," Doug whispered, "but how is he going to make the brass keep their hands off the wheel? Egan and Harding take over on the bomb run."
As the briefing continued, LeMay said, "Now I want you here to tell me what went wrong on the St. Nazaire and La Pallice mis-sions."
One by one the colonels or lieutenant colonels who had flown right seat spoke. Yes, my group assembled on time. Yes, we made the wing rendezvous as briefed, but the other groups weren't there. Yes, we flew good formation during the whole mission. Yes, we were at the fighter rendezvous, but the fighters weren't. At the I.P., we tucked in tight, but the bombardier missed the target.
After all the command pilots talked, LeMay said, "Do any of you lead navigators or lead bombardiers want to add anything?"
Of course, we didn't. We were all first and second lieutenants. Not one of the command pilots had described a mission anything like the way it was really flown. Even so, who among the lieutenants wanted to contradict our own brass?
Silence. Uncomfortable silence.
"Lieutenant Shore, Group Navigator of the 390th. Who was the bombardier with you in the nose on the mission of July 18th?”
Marshall Shore pointed to a bombardier.
LeMay turned to the bombardier. "Do you have anything to add?"
"No, sir."
"Were your bubbles level during the bomb run?"
When Colonel LeMay asked that question, I must have gasped. I knew exactly what he had in mind. Maybe because of the sound I made, Colonel LeMay looked directly at me.
He slowly winked. Something was wrong with one side of his face, and it was a grotesque wink, but that was what it was.
I felt my heart speed up. I could hardly breathe. I looked around at the other navigators and bombardiers. How many of them knew what LeMay's question meant? What he was really asking was who was flying the plane. If the bubbles in the bombsight were level, the Norden was flying. If the bubbles were off, a pilot had overpowered the controls-and was probably doing evasive action.
When I looked back at Colonel LeMay, he was still looking at me. I winked back at him, and nodded. That funny smile again. He looked at the bombardier.
"Did your equipment work all right?"
"No malfunction, sir."
One by one LeMay addressed all the lead bombardiers and asked them several irrelevant questions-and the one about the bubbles.
Then he turned to the navigators, me first.
"Lieutenant, give me your story."
"Sorry, sir, I wasn't leading those missions."
"What group are you in?"
"The 100th, sir."
Colonel LeMay turned to Colonel Harding. “Why is he here, Chick, if he isn't a lead navigator?"
"He was the lead on Trondheim and Warnemünde. Before he replaced the navigator on the lead crew, he was on a wing."
Colonel LeMay looked back at me.
"Trondheim? Good show."
"Thank you, sir."
He turned to Lieutenant Marshall Shore of the 390th.
He asked several questions, but I recognized the key one.
"Lieutenant, when you were on the run from the I.P. to the tar-get, what was the maximum deflection of your compass heading?"
"About twenty-five degrees, sir."
By now every lead navigator in the room knew what was going on. If the Norden was in charge, the corrections wouldn't have been more than five or six degrees. Only a pilot could jerk a plane around more than that.
At the end of the debriefing Colonel LeMay knew what every bombardier and navigator in the room knew, and I doubt if any pilots knew he knew.
I realized I was in the presence of a very bright man, and a very skilled leader.
On the way to the mess, Colonel LeMay went in first and then waited as we all filed past him. One by one he asked our group designation and shook hands with us. As I went by him, he said,
"Trondheim?" He looked at my name tag. "Your name is Crosby?"
"Yes, sir."
He smiled, that funny grimace of a smile, and turned to the next officer in line.
That was it.
— Harry Crosby in his memoir, A Wing and a Prayer
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germanpostwarmodern · 9 months
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St. Olav domkirke (1973) in Trondheim, Norway, by Per Kartvedt. Demolished in 2014.
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freyjas-light · 10 months
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tie62 · 8 months
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Hallo Trondheim / Hello Trondheim
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Hallo Trondheim / Hello Trondheim von Tie 62 Über Flickr: Das erste Mal in Aalesund Doggerbank "Fluoreszierend - Rot" (da neu)
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mdeanstrauss · 23 days
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We have a daughter who lives in Trondheim, Norway where she's a professor of history at the Norwegian University of Science and Technology... she's lived in Europe most of her adult life banging around from one post-doc to another and now she's landed a permanent position... good for her, as her PhD from Harvard and Masters from Oxford and hard work have born fruit. She dutifully checks in with her mom on Sunday mornings via FaceTime... I shot this over her mom's shoulder...
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mapsontheweb · 2 years
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Some former national capitals in Europe.
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haveyoubeentothiscity · 2 months
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Population: 212,660
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allthingseurope · 3 months
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Trondheim, Norway (by Aleksandr)
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angelkarafilli · 2 months
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Norway - a window in Trondheim
Photo by Agnieszka Piatkowska
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aurora-daily · 20 days
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“So the heart says, ‘Okay, now, we've gone too long without communicating. Tonight, we're going to get drunk, go deep into this shit, and explode on each other’. When all the ugly has come out, and you can kind of hear me having an orgasm because getting everything out is so delicious, and the healing can truly begin. The heart and mind in a sword duel splattering all over each other”, she says, her face lighting up with mischievous delight.
- AURORA commenting on "The Dark Dresses Lightly" song with a haunting folkloric melody over an urgent drum pattern in the interview for Ticketmaster
photos @ Byscenen by Mali Gudmundsen // 13.03.2024 // Trondheim, Norway
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bronzebluemind · 1 month
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SECOND ROUND FOR KARL HALLELUJAH
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erikatj98 · 5 months
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The combination of a fjord horse and the winter
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